“Blake! Here! It was me.” A girl leaned from one of the autos, waving at him. He brought the car up next to hers, but could not recognize her. It was very confusing because she undoubtedly knew him very well.
He tried to hide his hesitation. “Oh, hello,” he said feebly. “I couldn’t see you. How have you been?”
“I’m fine. Where were you going in such a hurry?”
She must know him, but who was she?
“Nowhere. Nowhere special. Would you like to come for a ride?” It was a long shot, but there seemed to be nothing else to do.
She obviously wanted to, but——
“Do you think I’d better?” She glanced over her shoulder at the church. “I’m waiting for my mother and father. They are at mass. I didn’t want to go in and they told me to wait for them.”
“I’m sorry.” He stepped on the starter, but she said quickly,
“Just a minute. I think it will be all right, just a little ride. You will get me back soon?” Without waiting for an answer she climbed over the side of the battered door and stepped into his car next to him. This activity exposed a good deal of black cotton stocking (where had he known her?) and she giggled and jerked her skirt down.
“I don’t know if we can go very far,” he said doubtfully. “How long will they be in there? Where should we drive?”